Ignoring his comment, I rolled over to him and promptly fell back asleep. Figuring out what happened can wait until the morning.
*cue Greig: Peer Gynt's Morning Mood*
The following morning, I asked him about the elbowing and this is what he said:
I dreamed that we went to a club, and it was early enough that we got in for free (author's note: which I am apt to do). But I didn't like the club and loud music, so I stepped outside for some fresh air (which he is apt to do).
When I tried to get back in, the doorman stopped me and wanted me to pay a cover charge! I told him I got in already and just needed some air, my boyfriend's inside, but he wasn't listening and still wanted me to pay the cover (don't you hate that?). $79! I wasn't going to pay that!
And then this manager lady comes outside wondering what was going on; after hearing the situation she decided to give me a discount of $59 instead. No way was I going to pay that either!
And that's when you come out asking,
"What's going on?"
"They won't let me back inside!"
"They want me to pay a cover charge!"
"Oh yea, there's a cover for people over 30."
And that's when I woke up...
...mad at me.